 I’m sure you’ve all heard the old phrase, “It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye.” Am I right?
That’s kind of the way I feel about the Cab, Cousin Fred’s replication of the Cabinet Saloon out on the front lawn here at The Compound. Sure, he needed someplace to stay after Hellkat One’s trailer burned to the frame after Gigi, the hairdressing hydrologist torched it for whatever reason. But I was asking Cousin Fred yesterday if we really have to have a replication that so identifies itself as the Cabinet Saloon. I was hoping he would consent to painting over the name on the building’s façade and scraping the paint from the front window. If you’re new to CCB and from outside of this area and know not of what I speak, I would suggest you go back and read past posts…there’s only two years’ worth, it won’t take long. We’ll wait here for you. But, alas, Cousin Fred is determined to, as he put it, maintain the Cab’s historical replication for generations to come. I was pretty sure he meant to use the word historic, as if a replication could be, but he was on a roll so I let it go. I do admit, it’s fun having the Cab here on the grounds. Every time we have a meeting of the Pathetic Order of the Jackrabbit, Original Chapter (POJOC) and the members’ vehicles are gathered around the Cab, agents from ABLE (Oklahoma liquor police) come driving by. They’re convinced we’re running some sort of unlicensed underground bar here, I guess. Still, it’s better than what POJOC used to do, which was meeting around a campfire somewhere out in a pasture. And then there were the spiritualists trying to summon forth the ghost of Temple Houston with “Temple, Temple, come to us now, we have whiskey and fresh ammo Temple!” They’ll be back in October. So, for now, the “historical” signage will stay…or, is it historic? Okay, actually, it’s neither…it’s reproduction. Friends, did your car not start yesterday morning? Thanks, Obama! Perhaps your cute little puppy just took a dump on your brand new white carpet? Thanks, Obama! Maybe you got ready to pay your bill at a restaurant only to realize that with tax and special city tax to help pay for a new private heated pool for city executives you only have enough left to leave a 27 cent tip for the waitress? Thanks, Obama! So it was yesterday when The Trump said that it’s the fault of FORMER Commander-in-Thief Obama that those poor people in Syria were gassed with what may still prove to be nerve gas. Wait? What? The Trump’s stand was that Obama should have bombed Assad out of Syria the last time he gassed his own people. Obama apparently considered that, but held off. Who knows why? I wasn’t there and unless you’re one of a handful of people, you weren’t either. It’s dangerous to second guess why things at that level work the way they do. Particularly, if you’re The Trump, who was tweeting his little thumbs to a stub at the time that Obama should NOT bomb Syria. I would offer that whichever side you’re on, it may be wrong to start throwing blame around in the face of such a horrendous tragedy. If, in fact, it turns out that nerve gas was used…this moves things to an entirely new level. This is crime against humanity. I’m not sure Assad can cower behind the Russians. Putin will give him up. You know it occurred to me last night watching the news that The Trump needs to write another book. He should call it, “The Art of Distraction.” Seriously, think about it. Remember last month when he started tweeting at 3AM that Obama had bugged The Trump Tower? What was going on at the time? Oh right, the whole Russian thing was beginning to break. Maybe Assad felt emboldened to commit heinous acts of terror against his own people because The Trump announced last week that deposing Assad was not a priority for his administration. Who knows? But maybe, just maybe to shift blame from his madcap administration for what happened, he decided to point out that if Obama had just bombed Assad into the ground back then, we wouldn’t have this problem now. Hmmmmmm. It’s like an 11 year old boy who’s taking heat for breaking his mother’s favorite (and heirloom) crystal vase, but tries to throw mom off the track by announcing that his 16 year old sister was kissing her boyfriend on the couch a month ago. Yes, it is! Look, I don’t have answers, I just write a stupid blog. I don’t know if The Trump and his band of Madcaps will be successful in making America great again. I hope they are, BUT I’d would certainly like to see some dignity and less embarrassing nonsense from our president. Stop playing “Thanks, Obama” and get on with it. That is all! Comments are closed.
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